Why should we endure
The fall of our broken dreams?
Mankind has lost the cure
To treat this cruel disease.

Like hedgehogs in the fog,
We seek fictitious rest and peace.
The people die like dogs,
The dead men hang from mossy trees.

The madmen lost their heads,
They do just what they want to do.
Their war spreads, step by step;
It will come to me and you.

The bodies on the ground
Decay, while we play games with death.
No meaning can be found
In the empty words of worldwide faith.

No dreams, no light, no hope
We found amidst the gore.
We're rolling down the slope
Into the depth below.

How long will we endure
A life without the cure?